Well, we finally did it.
Our new three-year old, all-white, blue-eyed Jack Russell.
She's the biggest sweetheart.
I've never met a dog as affectionate as her.
Except, of course, when it comes to other dogs.
This chick is FEISTY.
I don't even wanna write about the place we saved her from.
It's too sad.
And makes me far too angry.
I just have to be content with the fact that she's outta that place.
And so is her last puppy, as of last night.
Can't save everyone, even if we want to.
She loves to curl up.
Or be held like a baby.
Interesting, since she's a mommy of two litters herself.
But she won't be used for breeding anymore.
"WTF is THIS now?
What, was I not enough for you people?!"
But after they initially wanted to tear out each other's throats, they're getting better.
She loves Jack lots.
He tolerates her.
Welcome to the family, Daisy girl.
Please don't kill our cat.